She ran freely underneath blooming branches, nuzzled a bulldog, and shook her rattling toys before the Cherry Blossom Festival crowds obscured our springtime view at Red Wing Park.

“It’s all life is. Just going ’round kissing people.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls

When she woke this gray Saturday, Winnie pointed at a framed photo of herself, and said “baby.” Her fourth word. After breakfast, we watched the April showers wash a yellow film from the windows. Clad in her coziest pajamas with diaper snaps, I agree, amidst all the recent big girl steps she has taken, she is certainly still our baby.